Riding and driving – always proud of the job.

Dedicated To: Mike, Jim & Gary – My Friends for Life

Perched behind the steering wheel
Of your local commuter bus
He sits tall and proud
As he travels down the road.

One stop two stop three stop four
Guess who’s knocking at your door?
Five stop six stop seven and eight
You are never late.

Cash fare token or ticket
You except the fare
With a smile and hello
And down the road we go.

One stop two stop three stop four
I can’t take it anymore
Could this be love
Knocking at my door?

© Christine Bertie 2005

 

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  • Bertie on Apr 29, 2011

    you can make many friends on a bus and I have made many. You may even find love when you are not looking…….

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